She lets her body slam forwards.
She let the glass slide backward
Break.
Don't stop
Gas pedal.
She feels freedom like the wind
like someone about to jump
She feels the dangers of being skinned
But she doesn't care
Cause she, she,
she is freer than the wind has ever been.
Break. Gas. Turn. Wheel. Pull.
She slides forward the world slides back
Like the destination is tomorrow
And the Road was yesterday
stranding miles behind.
So she laughs
Because
Gas. Gas. Gas. Break.
Has never felt so powerful
Like it wouldn't be the end of the world to use it
abuse it
Cause she thinks she's stronger than the wind
Cause somehow she thinks she is free
As the dollar sign on the meter rings
Ka-Ching